I've been a pretty dedicated smoker for quite a long time. I'm always pushing the limits of what I can comfortably do while blazed up.

This happened to me about a week ago after smoking a pretty standard-sized bowl of mid-grade crippie (term we use for mid to high grade herb). It started innocently enough ?? but phukt up the rest of my evening.

My thoughts drifted to the complexities of the brain and I soon began to wonder what physically occurs in the brain when a particular thought "crosses your mind". "Is it an electrical signal? It has to be; why can't I feel this electrical signal?"

Then the subliminal paranoia began. I started to try to "feel" something in my brain when I thought about something. I start to feel like you can't stop searching for a feeling in some part of my head when a particular thought "crosses your mind".

And then the paranoia releases from the subliminal and explodes onto the screen inside your head.

All of sudden you get this rising feeling coming from deep inside your head - a feeling so strong that it scares you because you know can't stop it from overtaking you - you know you're helpless - like a train coming down the tracks that you're helplessly tied to.

You know your brain is complex and because of its complexity, we shouldn't know how it works - we shouldn't be able to feel anything - electrical pulses or otherwise - you tell yourself this but it does not help.

Your rational side tells you to get off the mental tilt-a-whirl and get on to more productive thoughts.

The paranoia kicks into high gear now. You know the truth is close - but if man discovers the true inner-workings of the brain, the human race is doomed - and you certainly don't want to be to blame.

The paranoia grips you - but you can't stop trying to feel your brain. Your subconscious sends a secret message that if you don't stop, your brain will implode - because no one can ever discover the inner-workings of the brain - and there is a safeguard against it ever happening.

This safeguard is instant shutdown - perhaps in the form of a massive stroke - perhaps in the form of a shock either electrical or chemical in nature - either way its instant endgame.

I knew I was nearing the end - I knew that I had to find the carnie that has locked me on this in-escapable mental tilt-a-whirl. Self-accepting paranoia of the deepest degree - sparked by honest - but drug-induced introspection.

And BAM! I get a grip again - holding on to the thread of sanity that comes from the discovery that this evil carnie goes by the name of THC. He can only lock you into his nightmare ride temporarily ?? all will be well in a few moments.

The ride stopped and I was left with a neon sign flickering in my head that read:

"The brain thinking about itself is a very dangerous proposition"

I took a deep breath, turned on some catchy shit that makes me want to sing along.

I looked at the clock ?? only 4 minutes had pasted since I had last touched my lighter to the bowl before handing my ticket to the wicked carnie who locked me into his ride called ??Bad Trip?.
krazeekooter Reviewed by krazeekooter on . What Not To Do When You're Blazed. I've been a pretty dedicated smoker for quite a long time. I'm always pushing the limits of what I can comfortably do while blazed up. This happened to me about a week ago after smoking a pretty standard-sized bowl of mid-grade crippie (term we use for mid to high grade herb). It started innocently enough ?? but phukt up the rest of my evening. My thoughts drifted to the complexities of the brain and I soon began to wonder what physically occurs in the brain when a particular thought Rating: 5